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My Do It Myself List
I am a list writer. I write lists of lists, and master lists of the lists that lists what’s on those lists. However, I also get shit done. I fully embrace that as an adult I am responsible for the outcome in my life and ever more so now that I have no one to depend on and Single Motherhood means that I have two young adults who need to follow in my shit-getting-done example.
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Unpacking Baggage, Excess and Otherwise…
I have stuff, and it all arrived finally this past week. Just so this happened the day after I picked up mr horrible from the airport. Happy coincidence? Yes.
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Haze Gray Matter
I think the most irritating thing about my dear military husband is that he likes to pretend that I don’t know what he is up to. Let me explain: I took a short trip this past weekend to visit my mother. He was supposed to have been on that trip, but his ship’s schedule changed at the last minute so he had to stay behind to get underway while I was gone. I left a small “honey do” list, and on it I requested that before he left the house, could he please take out the trash? Nothing major, I wasn’t asking him to redo my kitchen. Why is it…
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Summer Doldrums
I am guilty of packing too much busyness into my days. I get all caught up in the “To Do” list that I forget how much fun it is to just take a break. I wish now, as the month of July comes to a close, that I had been able to have more of a break these last few months.
